OOC-ness. You have been warned.
Orihime woke up about three hours later after Ulquiorra left. She noticed the throbbing pain in her head and the sensation of throwing up coming to the surface. Groaning, she turned her head to the side and threw up all of her stomach acids. Letting out a silent sob, she collapsed next to the pile of puke, letting silent tears escape her eyes. What is going on?
She asked herself. She can remember Grimmjow coming in, them having tea, and then…. Her eyes shot wide. Did Grimmjow drug her? That's when she noticed that under the lingering taste of regurgitated acids, she tasted something else… Something unfamiliar… that's when she recognized it. Sake! He had gotten her drunk! But what had happened? What did he do to her?
With worried eyes, she slowly sat up, trying to ignore the dizziness and tempting solution of passing out cold, and looked down at her legs. Oh, thank god. No blood. No sign of a rape. Grimmjow had not taken her innocence. She sighed a thankful sigh of relief as she thanked the gods that she still had the pureness of her soul.
She made the foolish mistake of trying to stand. She made it about two seconds before she fell down, and on the way, she whacked her head against the sharp corner of her bed post, knocking her out cold and creating a wide gash in her head. She landed in her own pool of throw-up and little pool of the blood that was leaking out of her head slowly.
After Ulquiorra dealt with Grimmjow, and by that I mean Ulquiorra knocking Grimmjow out just after telling him not to pull a stunt like that again, Ulquiorra went to go check on the woman. Maybe ask her about the light headedness he got when they were close and what it meant. It was not an unpleasant feeling being close to her, but he just wanted to know what it meant. Pure curiosity, that was all.
As he neared the door, he wrinkled his nose, catching a repulsive odor. He opened the door only to find Orihime unconscious, lying in a pool of puke and blood. Eyes widening, he walked over and picked the girl up, liking the feeling of being close, just not how she smelled. It wasn't pretty, to say in the least. As he took her to clean her up and bandage up the gash in her head, he stepped in a puddle of throw-up and slipped as well, falling promptly on his back in the mixture, with the girl in his arms.
Growling in frustration of now having to clean himself up, he stood slowly, and on his way out, making sure not to slip in any more puddles of puke.
As he got to his huge bathroom, (the espada are going to have their own bathrooms in my story. I don't know if they have their own in the anime, I never pay attention to those things), he noticed that Orihime groaned and stirred. He closed the bathroom door and locked it, not wanting anyone to walk in. He sat her down on a chair next to the bathtub and began to take off her filthy clothes.
She stirred, her mind barely registering what was going on. She opened her eyes to see Ulquiorra taking off her clothes. She began struggling, not knowing what his intentions were. "Stop struggling! Unless you prefer me to leave you in these clothes and not clean you!" he snapped in a very uncharacteristic way. She stopped struggling, realizing that he had the shower running. "I can clean myself…" she stated, trying to stand. She just fell back on the chair again. It seems that when she had hangovers, she had HANGOVERS. The strange thing is though, is that her speech was fine. Very strange indeed…
"I do not think so. Give me your arm." He asked. She nodded and put her arm over his shoulder, not even caring that she was naked in front of the man that haunted her dreams. He carefully led her to the bathtub and picked her up, putting her in the shower. He still had her arm, just in case she would fall again. He made sure not to put the back of her head directly under the showers spray; the gash would burn even more. It would not be smart to try and fix it by searing it with hot water.
She had to find that out the hard way.
She scooted forwards so that the top of her head was under the showers spray. "Ah….Ahh! Ow!" The hot water trickled down her head and seared the gash.
Exactly what Ulquiorra wanted to avoid.
He sighed a frustrated sigh. The type you don't hear often from him. "You somehow busted your head open. Its nothing major, but I will need to bandage it when you get out." She nodded. "But your hair is covered in throw-up, and I will need to clean it. I will try to be as gentle as possible." She nodded, but still confused at why he was being so generous and well, nice.
He rolled up his sleeves and slowly reached for her hair. She was his responsibility. That was why he was doing this. No, that was not why he was doing this. That was what he tried to tell himself, but he couldn't help but scold himself for lying to himself. He could have just left her lying on the floor, stinky and her head covered in blood. But he didn't. Why?
He gently ran his fingers through her hair. Washing the stomach acids out, revealing soft and silky hair. It still stunk though. He reached to the side and grabbed a bottle of floral scenting shampoo. Why did Ulquiorra have floral scented shampoo? Well, I don't really know… he just likes it I guess. "If I get any in your cut, I apologize." Whoa! Did he just say what I think he said??
He sure did! He just said that he apologizes! This is epic!! Anyways, he started at the top and began working his way down, the shampoo working itself into a thick and creamy lather. She enjoyed the feeling of someone massaging her hair, it felt amazing. Especially if that someone was the man of whom has haunted her dreams, (as said before).
She winced as some of the shampoo got in her cut, (Which has stopped bleeding, for any of you people who have been wondering.) after she was all clean again, ha grabbed a towel out of the little cabinet where he kept them all and with his arm still supporting her, wrapped it around her. "I must clean myself. I fell in your stomach acids…" he said undressing himself.
Orihime 'eep-ed' and shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see his body. But she was so curious… sighing in defeat, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of his perfectly contoured backside. Every muscle moved and twitched as he stepped under the hot water. She watched as he cleaned himself, he looked like an angel. She watched as he turned off the water. He was already done? She looked at the ground. Had she really been so caught up in a trance that he had already cleaned himself?
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, also grabbing some bandages from the cabinet.
With his towel secured, he went behind her and began gingerly wrapping the bandages around her head. He touches were so light that it was like a ghost was doing it all. After he was done, he escorted her to her room, they were both still in their towels. "I must wash these clothes. I will put them in the wash and come back here until they are done." He said disappearing through the door and closing it.
She sat down, dazed. Until she smelled a putrid smell. She looked down beside her and saw the little puke puddle. Sighing, she headed to her own bathroom, (She has her own in my story, don't know if she did in the anime, don't care) and grabbed a bottle of cleaner and a rag, internally wondering why Ulquiorra hadn't showered her in her own bathroom.
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